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  May 2015 emma harwood
Tina ford
Have you ever been to Glendalough,
On the Wicklow mountains tour,
Well I suggest you go there,
If you've never been before,

It's beautiful, serene and angelic,
So peaceful with magical air,
You can sense the spirits and history,
Of all who once lived here,

I walked around the glass like lake,
I wandered in its awe,
I felt the presence of many souls,
I had been here before,

I drank the waters from my hand,
I felt it rush through my veins,
I heard the whispers from the trees,
Welcoming me home again,

The settlement and graveyard, still,
No life that carried on,
Except for all the visitors,
Who called in thousands, upon,

But in my heart and eyes so blue,
I knew, I was home again,
I felt secure and welcomed back,
But things where not the same,

No family there to hold me tight,
As they had once, in my dream,
So I left my home, my Glendalough,
And the beauty I had seen,

One day I will return, it's true,
And I will not be alone
I'll walk amongst the stones and trees,
And then, I will be home.
  May 2015 emma harwood
Tina ford
Let's talk political, why because it's critical, do ya think you fit the bill,
On the street with a beat of the multi cultural heat,
That's startin to burn up and churn up, but no one will show up and turn up,
If it's a revolution for a solution to all the pollution,
That's forced in our brain, not for material gain, it's insane, and the same,
Over and over again and again,
It's on the news, bringing blues of lies and trues,
We want fair play, a decent wage pay, don't wanna lose at the game you play,
Listen with your ear, take the words you hear, do not fear, it's clear,
We're not the bad, but we're sad, at what we could of had,
You risk it, take the biscuit, take our lives and mess them up mixing it,
We're fed up, not getting told what's up and what's said by your head, as you lay in his bed,
He's your leader, the feeder, the taker of what we need yeah,
We're cryin for a voice, a choice, someone to make a noise,
Is it me...... T, unlikely to see,
I'm not brave, but I wanna save,
Humanity from all this insanity,
I'm no joke but I choke on the smoke,
Of the cultural heat on the street,
I know....... I'm just to sweet.
  May 2015 emma harwood
Tina ford
She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, till it’s too late,
She's a mother, like any other,
She's loved, above all others,
But what smothers her mind,
Her memory has gone down that lane,
She won't be the same,
But she’s mine, all mine,
I will take, make and break the time,
Shake and ****** stop the time,
Till she’s fine and back on line,
I can do it, I knew it. from day one, she’s not gone,
Just take a look, a good long look,
Take the cover of the book, she’s there,
She’s there, always there, forever there.
For my mum <3
  May 2015 emma harwood
Tina ford
Nothing hurts more than the pain of asking for help,
Nothing hurts more than the cry within your soul,
Nothing hurts more than the shame of asking for food,
And to feel normal,

Nothing scars more than the jeers of the satisfied,
Nothing scars more than their look of disgust,
Nothing scars more than the shame of asking for food,
In this day and age,

Nothing pains more. than me, as a parent. not providing,
Nothing pains more than me letting them down,
Nothing pains more than the shame of asking for food,
In this life I live,

Nothing kills me more than being ashamed of the now,
Nothing kills the anguish i feel everyday,
Nothing kills more than the shame of asking for food,
Today...........
  May 2015 emma harwood
Tina ford
I fell of the top of the world today,
It was a great height,
I tumbled to the ground,
With a thud,
I knew I would,
I could of held on if i tried,
But you lied, I cried, we died,
I fell of the top of the world today,
It was beautiful up there,
I never had a care,
In the world,
I had flowers,
Icicle showers,
Magic powers,
And you.....
It was all so clear,
No fear,
No dread,
As i lay in a bed,
Of clouds and shrouds of sunlight,
I was hidden,
I was sane,
Till you brought the rain,
And caused me pain,
So i will say it again,
I fell of the top of the world today.
  May 2015 emma harwood
Tina ford
I'm just tryna get on,
Don't ask for much,
As much I have,
With good family and friends,
I don't do to bad,
But there's a feeling of emptiness deep inside,
I'm keepin it quiet, but inside I've died,
I don't like to share the failure I feel,
For a glimpse of hope, I would beg, borrow, steal,
Tears keep rolling from my blue blue eyes,
I'm keepin it quiet, but I've died inside,
All feelings have left me, alone, that I am,
I scavenge my soul for a glimmer that can,
Revive me, alive me, awaken my mind,
Give me the passion I need to survive,
I don't like this feeling me dying inside,
So what do I do? I ask every day,
Crawl on the floor, give in and lay,
On this bed of self pity and worthless intent,
I wasn't born for this, it's not meant,
I reach in the darkness with my very last fight,
And a miracle, it seems, a flicker of light,
A low golden twinkle and gentle appeal,
My heart beat gets stronger, my feelings.... I feel,
This is all I need, I did not realise,
My reason for living is in my childs eyes.
How selfish and cruel when my feelings re root,
The depression subsides, time for the boot,
I must start again, my eyes cry once more,
My soul has a warmth, I have felt before,
So I pick myself up again from the hollow,
And I pray that these thoughts will not dare to follow,
Because,
I have a gentle soul and at times very weak,
But I find when I write I don't have to speak,
And this is my prompt, my will to survive,
I didn't like that feeling of dying inside.
  May 2015 emma harwood
Tina ford
You've seen me at my worst,
You've seen me at my best,
You've seen me dolled up to the nine's,
You've seen me in my vest,

You've seen me in the summer,
The Winter and the Fall,
But the Spring brings out the best of me,
The time when I bare all,

You've seen me laying on the floor,
So drunk that i could die,
You've seen me sick and out of sorts,
You've seem me when I'm high,

You've seen me cry my eyes out,
And be angry as could be,
You've seen me swear and curse you all,
I can't help it, it's just me.
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